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Ani Difranco Little Plastic Castle

Sitting in my glass house While your ghost is sleeping down the hall Watching little birds fly Kamikaze missions into the walls Think I'm gonna stay in

is every magazine Read a story, then I forgot it right away And they say, "Goldfish have no memory" I guess their lives are much like mine And the little plastic castle

their cold cuts with their ghostly make-up And their heroine breath And all the little fishes are flapping Wildly on their hooks While all the top critics find great meaning In the telephone book And the little

You crawled into my bed that night Like some sort of giant insect And I found myself spellbound at the sight of you Beautiful and grotesque and all the

You can't hide behind social graces So don't try, be all touchy, feely 'Cause you lie in my face of all places But I got no problem with that really

magazine Which is every magazine Read a story, and then forgot it right away They say goldfish have no memory I guess their lives are much like mine And the little plastic castle

Пераклад: Difranco, Ані. Маленькія пластыкавыя замак.

You can't hide behind social graces So don't try to be all touchy feely Cuz you've lie in my face of all places But I got no problem with that really

They were digging a new foundation in Manhattan They discovered a slave cemetery there And may their souls rest easy now that lynching has been frowned